I met a traveller from an antique land who said
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the sand
And right behind them a shattered visage lies
Wrinkled lip, curling frown and piercing eyes
I am Ozymandias, the King of Kings
Look upon me mortal, look at all my things
Nothing beside me ever shall remain
Ozymandias, that was my name
I saw a wreck one time, in boundless desert bear
The subtle work portrayed a handiwork of care
The hand that mocked them,
The stony heart that fed
Tell of a sculptor who well those passions read
And on the pedestal a simple word appears
I am Ozymandias, the one that you should fear
Look upon my works ye mighty and may you despair
For Ozymandias is left in desert bear
The lone and level sands they stretch from far away
Buried in the sands of time Ozymandias decays